Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, let's get it crack a latin in bitch
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know,
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice and E-40 up in this motherfucker
(Ice and E-40)

For those that know
We do it like this,we do it this
(Like how?, this)

I gotta say some shit 'fore we the single
I'm of motherfuckers bitin' 40 lingo
Every time I see yo' ass you got a jingle
And you wrote shit, got it from my people

Your ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
Get the Desert Eagle, blast on Regal
Your dub, no "California Love," slugs
From California bloods, and 'cuz

Dip ridin' little itty bitty ass wheels
In the town like you see on shoppin' carts
If I ain't mustard or mayonnaise zinas [unverified]
And bowed toes, low on horse
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm than nothin', a constipated dude

fartin', but I'm really supposed to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 doin' a track
That's heat, it don't get no better than this pimpin'
heat two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla ass niggaz
To touch the mic
(Touch the mic)

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the makin' mill's
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Keepin it real, two from the hood makin' mill's
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your

Now, I might talk a different language but I'm not
Got homies in jail, than I do in college
I'm a cold piece of slide through the park
And come back every fifteen in a different car

On the strength of flamboastin'
Smokin'
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in concrete habitat
(Thumper)
Never know when you just might have to, put a head on

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is houses
We got, ten houses, even, spend ours
We go, invent ours, in about, ten
Comin' with that mob ass shit, it's a hit

Broke bitch, turn a rich bitch
Every bitch wanna be a legit bitch
We got big ol', big gold
We got big ol', big gold, nickel
(Who is it?)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggaz from the hood mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about mail

Let me tell you, broke niggaz can't me
Evidently, yo' Bentley said "rent me"
I see you rollin', stolen, L.A.P.D.
Is actin' just like me, can't believe what they see

Pull you over, it's over, nigga, can't be
Rollin' through this fool nice to know ya
Fakin' you got the bacon, with that tickin' ass Rolex
A blast 'til the soul reflects

My roots grew up projects, players shootin' craps pimpin'
Placin' side bets, hair full of naps
Bunch of ruffnecks, play the old mayne
cars sex, servin' cocaine

White girl, wedding dress, in the game
Block cleaners, poppin' out of my Ford truck
heaters, poppin' at all of my enemies better duck
Even though I'm makin' tapes I'm stuck

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin'
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to somethin' pimpin', be about your mail